Today I woke up and was totally ancy feeling, so I decided to go for a run. Probably wasn't the best idea since I am having calf soreness issues, and my 5K is tomorrow... but I did it anyways.
It was not my best run ever... Haha. I made it a little over a mile at a (usually) comfortable 6.5 mph pace, and my legs just weren't feeling it. So I slowed down to 4.0 mph and increased the incline to 4.0%. Not too much, but enough to keep me in a good sweat the whole time. I varied speed/incline some more, but not much.
I was so disappointed at first, then I thought about it, (and how sore I've been getting lately) and decided to give myself a break. I'm so hard on myself sometimes, and I need to stop. Do I need to motivate myself? Sure. But if I ride myself emotionally all the time, I'm going to stop liking exercise. And then where will I be? Did I have a rough day? Yes. Is that ok? Yes.
Because tomorrow is another day. And while I may have only walked at a brisk pace today, I DID SOMETHING. I worked up a sweat, and I should learn to just accept that some days... that's gonna be all I get out of myself.
Another thing I've realized is, my leg is starting hurt again. CRAP. So I'm going to run my 5K tomorrow (though it might not be at the desired pace...) and then I'm going to take a few days off running and cross train. As much as that sounds like torture... I've got a bunch of Glee! to catch up on, and if it's what my body needs, I need to listen to it.
I also noticed that my leg started hurting again right around the time I ran out of my Glucosamine. It might all be a coincidence... but I don't care if the supplement is only a placebo effect... I bought some more! Haha. Plus it has Vitamin D in it... :) I also took a cue from my favorite Hungry Runner Girl, and drank some chocolate milk. It was DELICIOUS. Yum.
I also got the February edition of Shape magazine. Love this magazine. Marisa Miller was on the cover. I. LOVE. MARISSA. MILLER. She has been my idea of "perfect" since I saw her on an episode of America's Next Top Model. She has curves, but is super small at the same time. I love her.
However. I understand I will never have her body. Haha. Because even if I was able to get those abs, I just don't have the curves. And without surgery... I never will. I accept this. My body is mine, and I want it in the best shape it can be in, but I'm slowly learning to judge my body by Katy standards. Not others. Because at the end of the day, that's who I am. And I can change alot of things. But not my genetics.
For example. I will never have my friend's butt. But she will never have my long legs. And that's ok. Because we're both beautiful. And all we can ask of our bodies is to be the best they can be. Not be someone else's. Thanks to the blog world, I'm finally accepting this. This is why I love you guys. You all promote such a healthy way of looking at yourself, and it makes me look at myself in a more healthy way. :)
I love each one of you!
